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Or twa when we do meet again,
So ne'er think me a gawkie.
Ah, na! lass, that canna be,
Sic thoughts as these are far from me,
Or ony that sweet face that see,
E'er to think thee a gawkie.
But, whisht! nae mair o' this we'll speak,
For yonder Jamie does us meet;
Instead of Meg he kiss'd sae sweet,
I trow, he likes the gawkie.
O dear Bess, I hardly knew,
When I came by, your gown sae new;
I think you've got it wet wi' dew:
Quoth she, that's like a gawkie.
It's wet wi' dew: and 'twill get rain,
And I'll get gowns when it is gane;
Sae ye may gang the gate ye came,
And tell it to your dawtie.
The guilt appear'd in Jamie's cheek;
He cried, O cruel maid, but sweet,
If I should gang another gate,
I ne'er should see my dawtie.
The lasses fast frae him they flew,
And left poor Jamie sair to rue,
That ever Maggie's face he knew,
Or e'er ca'd Bess a gawkie.
As they gade o'er the muir they sang,
The hills and dales with echo rung,
The hills and dales with echo rung,
"Gang o'er the muir to Maggie.
